I woke on Monday with an underlying sense of depression which threw me because life's good, and then I remembered I'm in a long-term dysfunctional relationship with Leeds United.
We'd lost the day before, which isn't unusual lately, other results hadn't gone our way and now we are probably going to be relegated.
I've supported Leeds for 50 years and think I've got some objectivity on the 'ups and downs' we sing about in the club's anthem, Leeds! Leeds! Leeds! Yet no matter how I try to keep some perspective, the fact the brilliant Marcelo Bielsa promotion of three years ago and the subsequent top-10 finish have been squandered leaves me feeling really uneasy.